That slow-burning fire in my chest ignites as I ask, “Is it soundproof?”
Her laugh is husky. “And natural-disaster proof.”
The fire in my chest kicks up to an inferno. She presses her ass back against me, and I rub my suddenly hard cock against her. My other hand moves along her front, gliding up her sternum until my palm is pressed against her throat. I squeeze lightly, turning her head just so, my teeth digging into her neck until she moans loudly. Smiling against her skin, I ask, “What do you want, my little hurricane?”
A choked laugh falls from her lips. “Everything.”
With a final squeeze on her throat, I release her. Then I use both hands to touch her lightly through her clothing. I pay close attention to her breasts, knowing that her nipples are hard from the way they push into my palms as I squeeze.
I continue to tease until she’s writhing against me, both her hands gripping my neck, pulling me closer. Her hips rock, her ass pressing rhythmically against my dick, and I groan softly in response.
I pull on her shirt, and she helps me slide it up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her bra is next, tossed asidewithout a care, then my hands are stroking along her bare skin. I focus on the less obvious places, the outside of her breasts. Her collarbone. Along her ribcage. I unfasten her pants but make no move to remove them, instead just dipping my fingers low enough to tease.
I kiss, nip, and lick the back of her neck, along her shoulders, bending awkwardly to rain kisses along her back. She writhes against me, her hands stroking wherever she can reach, her little gasps and moans sending desire straight to my dick.
Pulling away, she turns to face me, coming up on her toes and pressing her lips against mine. Kissing her back eagerly, my hands cup her face, keeping her in place as she makes quick work of my belt, the button, and zipper of my pants. Shoving my clothing down my hips, she steps in close, her breath on my neck as her hands grip me; one around my dick, the other cupping my balls.
My head tips back, my eyes closing at the pleasure her touch brings, but then, she steps back abruptly, drawing my focus back to her. She pushes at me, her expression urgent, and fumbles at my clothing stuck at mid-thigh. “Wait,” I choke out, “Let me ta?—”
“No,” she interrupts, her hands pushing more forcefully on my chest until I step back. “No time for that.”
Chuckling, I allow her to push me until the backs of my legs run into something hard, and I instinctively tumble backward, taking her with me. She yanks on my shirt, and I barely have time to pull it over my head before she straddles me, the hot, wet slide of her pussy along my cock drawing a moan from deep in my chest. She leans over me, palms pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. I move my hands to her hips, holding her exactly where I need her as I shift, the tip of my dick entering her just-so.
She gasps and straightens her torso, her eyes closing as I slide in barely an inch. She lowers herself, slowly, taking me in at her own pace. Pressing my head into the mattress, I force myself to remain still, to wait it out, to see what she’s going to do.
Take or give.
Ask or demand.
Her head is tipped slightly back, her eyes squeezed shut, and after a few moments, I whisper, “Vivian.”
Her eyes scrunch tighter, her hands pressed firmly into my chest. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I use my free hand to push myself up, waiting for gravity to take her before surging upward, flipping her onto her back.
She doesn’t bother struggling, a clear indication that my assessment of the situation was correct.
She needs me.
Vivian settles onto her back, and I move between her splayed legs, sliding inside without preamble. Her back arches, her feet digging into the mattress so she raises her hips, allowing me to sink in even deeper.
Gripping her hips in both my hands, I lean backward, pulling her against me as I thrust into her. “Touch yourself, Viv.”
She frowns slightly, obviously thrown off by my demand, but after a moment, she does as I ask, lifting her hand to her mouth and wetting her fingers between moving that same hand between her legs. She starts off slowly, a lazy circular pattern, the rhythmic brush of her fingertips at the base of my cock increasing my desire exponentially.
So, I thrust harder. Faster. Deeper.
Soon, her fingers are rubbing with purpose, her soft gasps escalating into outright moans that have my body tightening. Her eyes meet mine, electricity immediately zapping through me, that white-hot inferno igniting in my chest, familiar and exhilarating.
Sweat beads on my forehead and along my spine, the slap of our bodies echoing through the room, intermingled with our dueling sounds of pleasure. I brace myself for thunder, crashing lightning, all the normal theatrics that coalesce with our typical coupling, but surprisingly, none of that happens.
Vivian’s lips curve up slightly, her eyes closing halfway as her body tightens, her breath catching in her throat, that quick moment of complete silence before pleasure takes her over the edge.
She curses once, twice, then her orgasm crashes over her, and she’s writhing, moaning, begging me to come with her. I pump into her a few more times, ensuring she gets as much pleasure as possible. Heat pools in my lower pelvis and my balls, the sudden sting of her fingernails along my thigh pushing me to the point of no return.
I collapse forward, barely managing to catch myself before crushing her. Rolling us to the side, we stare at each other, both of us catching our breath, our fingertips stroking each other lazily. “Does this mean we no longer have to worry about scorching earth?”
She smiles, shrugs slightly. “Only here. This is a no-scorch zone.”
“But what if we want the full scorched-earth effect?”
